Chapter 36
Should she pretend to have consulted a doctor and lie that she knows about his illness?
As she contemplated this, the huge bell tolled nearby, booming twice with a resonant sound of heavy metal.
Ashtel quickly realized.
‘It’s time for dinner!’
It was already 6 PM, signaling dinner time.
‘What’s for dinner today? Potato soup? Carrot soup?’
Despite the strict vegetarian diet upheld by the ascetic Temple of Katzel, the meals were surprisingly rich and satisfying.
Seizing the moment as Ashtel involuntarily drooled, Payne quickly made his exit.
“I hope we truly don’t meet again. I will repay you for the wrong I have done, so please, do not approach me again.”
With that, he quickly slipped out of the prayer room.
Stunned by his swift departure, Ashtel’s mouth fell open.
“Payne!”
She called out too late; he was already gone.
‘No, where are you going after getting so aroused!’
This time, she was confident she could have relieved him properly.
If Payne had wanted, she was even prepared to do -ral, which she usually didn’t favor. But he had fled.
Ashtel was frantic, forgetting about her meal as she clutched at her head.
There was only one option left.
“As a succubus, after all.”
Now she might be Katzel….no, Payne’s servant, but she hadn’t forgotten her true nature. She was a fruit of the divine tree of Asti, a succubus, and succubi are known as dream demons.
Shouldn’t she use dreams then?
However, Ashtel hadn’t utilized dreams up to this point for several reasons.
“First, Payne has enough divine power to resist me.”
This was largely because he resided within the sacred confines of Medialle, the sanctuary of Katzel.
Outside these walls, not even a priest could withstand her powers after having undergone her second awakening.
‘And Payne isn’t an exorcist priest, after all.’
Secondly, the humans of Medialle weren’t fools; if Ashtel repeatedly used dreams to approach Payne, they might detect the threat.
Even with Carmen’s experimental tools that could erase magical traces, it was only a temporary solution.
Too frequent intrusions might put Ashtel herself in danger.
Additionally, thirdly, Payne had previously ignored her in a dream despite her being—cute and raunchy, perfect in her view.
Perhaps ‘ignore’ sounds harsh, but it’s an accurate description. He neither looked at her nor spoke to her, even though she had used pheromones then.
Now, knowing his hypersensitive condition, she couldn’t use pheromones, could she?
“Sigh.”
There were numerous issues. She has no idea what to do.
Ashtel wasn’t Carmen, who analyzed and dissected problems until solutions emerged. Nor was she like Hela, resolute and determined.
So, she decided to do whatever came to mind first. If she remained idle, time would just slip away pointlessly.
‘Let’s go!’
Into Payne’s dreams.
* * *
What Ashtel did best was enter dreams to draw out hidden desires, as was typical for a succubus.
Lying in bed, she grabbed Carmen’s magical tools and closed her eyes. Soon, she slipped into the familiar sensation.
With her sharp, short wings unfurled and her devilish, heart-shaped tail flicking, Ashtel soared into the sky.
Thinking of Payne and the sun who was seeking the night shined, the pathway to his dream opened, bringing with it a familiar pain—the price of entering the sacred realm of Katzel Medialle.
‘Payne’s dreams…’
Frowning, she flew forward, and a familiar door appeared.
This was it. Passing through this door would take her into Payne’s dream world.
Ashtel loosened her shoulders, ready to conquer him this time.
Despite knowing the difficult path ahead, her sweet enthusiasm for Payne overflowed again today.
“….Wait.”
After entering, Ashtel was immediately baffled.
“Is that… me?”
Because in his dream, she was already present.
“What’s this?”
Perfectly, identically mirrored.
She was wearing her voluminous maid’s outfit, lips pouted, complaining as she mechanically swept an immaculately clean corridor.
A perfect representation of herself when working.
And there was Payne, appearing down another corridor, expressionless as ever, trudging along with a pile of documents in his hands.
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